My Love Journey's
After Dinners

To: Elise: I'm dating Paul Klug, please save me!

I ran away for a while and hid in the restaurant toilet. Paul has been teasing me ever since we met.

It didn't seem like a big deal to Paul when some people came to our table to ask for autographs, but it made me very uncomfortable and awkward.

From: Elise: Oh! Do you feel the aura?

I groan. Elise is not the person to be expected to be. I decided to ask Stacey for help.

To: Stacey: I'm having dinner with Paul.

Luckily my mind had returned to normal after sleeping longer and my body was refreshed as well. But still, I felt awkward sitting alone with Paul while people looked at us with curious gazes. Maybe I wouldn't be this big if it was like yesterday, but this time I'm totally conscious and know what I'm doing.

From: Stacey: Really? How's it feel?

To: Stacey: Not too bad, but I'm a little uncomfortable sitting together with her, especially when people are watching us.

From: Stacey: Relax, say. Don't tell me you're hiding in the bathroom?

To: Stacey: Hm...

To: Stacey: Bitches! Why do you always do that? Hurry back to your seat or she'll think you're pulling!

To: Stacey: Haha, thanks!

From: Stacey: Have fun, Bee. I can't wait for your story.

I put my phone back in the little clutch I brought and tidied up my dress for a moment.

As he promised, Paul picked me up with a Ferrari. Actually I want to say that I don't really like Ferraris or fancy cars like that, but I don't want to spoil the atmosphere, especially because Paul has been kind enough to treat me tonight.

After tidying up the white floral dress that wrapped my body and making sure my makeup was still normal, I forced myself to step back to our table.

Paul deliberately chose a table in the corner of the room that was a bit separate from the other table for us to get a little privacy. You can't easily get along with Paul Klug in a public place without inviting weird looks from people, especially if you're a woman.

"I just thought you were leaving me, Rapunzel" she joked as she sat in my chair. Opposite him.

I laughed softly, put my wallet on the table and straightened up. "Sorry, I just tidied up my makeup for a bit." I muttered to her, and she nodded.

Paul wore a white shirt, his arms rolled up to the elbows, and black trousers. Both of them looked cool in showing their beautiful curves, making it difficult for me to withstand the wildness of my eyes when looking at them. He's really handsome.

"Tell me more about yourself" Paul murmured as he leaned against his back while his fingers interlocked on the table. "Looks like you're not some kind of sociable guy, are you?"

I put my shoulders down. "I'd rather hear than speak" I replied, smilingly enjoying the way he looked at me. He seemed unperturbed by anything.

"All right," Paul laughed softly. "What if I ask and you answer?"

My eyebrows shot up in response to his words. "OKAY. You may ask, but I don't promise to answer all your questions."

"No problem, at least I'll try." His face suddenly looked very enthusiastic, a flirtatious grin appeared at the corner of his lips. "How old are you, Bianka?"

"22 years" I replied. "And you?

"28." Paul sipped coffee in front of him.

We finished our meal before I ran to the toilet and ordered coffee to accompany us during our conversation.

Paul was silent for a few seconds with a look as if he was considering the next question, which I thought he had been dying to ask since we met last night. "Why did you choose to be a nurse? I'm sure there must be a special reason for that."

Too sensitive. I'm not going to tell you the real reason why I wanted to be a nurse. Never said that to anyone. All this time I kept it to myself and I'd rather let it stay that way.

"I want to help others."

"Why?"

I smiled and shook slowly. "The next question, Paul."

Paul nodded resignedly, obeying my firm request that he not continue the topic of conversation in this regard. "You know? You look beautiful in a dress, love. Especially yesterday and tonight." He was teasing me, smiling as I laughed in response to his words.

"thank you. Speaking of dresses, do you know what happened to the dress I wore yesterday? When I woke up, my dress changed..." I took the opportunity to ask about it.

Paul grinned, shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, I know. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Yes, tell me. It's not a cheap dress, and it's one of my favorite."

I haven't been shopping since I came back to Germany because I had to skimp on it until my bank loan was done. Half the salary I got from the hospital ran out to pay the loan every month, while the other half was to make ends meet. So, losing one dress is certainly not something that is profitable.

"That's so embarrassing, love. I doubt you'll get that dress back." Paul grinned again with glittering happy eyes. "Yesterday you asked me to dance and I accompanied you. Well, you're dancing and I'm trying to balance you." Paul chuckled before continuing his words. "Up until a few minutes later a girl approached you, she said she liked your dress. You guys start talking about things that girls like, you know, you always get hysterical when you talk about dresses or something. Damn, you're drunk..."

"You exchanged dresses on the dance floor, "Theo could no longer hold back her laughter at the sight of my wretched expression.

"Oh, Lord!" I shook my head in disbelief while covering my face with both hands. "That's really stupid and very embarrassing." I laughed at the end.

"Not really. Everyone who was there was drunk. So I guess they won't remember what they saw last night."

"Well..." I groaned, cursing myself. How could I take my clothes off in the crowd, especially in the presence of Paul Klug?! Damn you, Bianka!

"Not to be ashamed, love. After all, I really enjoyed your show." she said mocked, making my face even hotter withstanding embarrassment.

***

An hour later, Paul drove me home. My fingertips started to itch, physically wanting to touch it. Pull his nape and kiss him, maybe? But despite all his relaxed attitude and the temptation he threw at me throughout our meeting, I'm not one hundred percent sure Paul feels attracted to me like I'm attracted to him.

And I couldn't possibly embarrass myself by kissing her just like that, right?

"You're a really good chatter buddy, Bianka" Paul said as he slowed down the car as we arrived on the small road to my house.

I turned to look at him and smiled embarrassedly. "You're fun too, Paul." I said. I put my finger in my hair, started to feel tired. Not to mention that I have to complete the tasks that dr. Grey yesterday.

"May I come by for a minute? For tea, maybe?" Paul asked as I opened my seatbelt. I turned my head towards him, unable to hide the look of doubt clearly drawn on my face.

Is this a real date? What does he want to do in my house?

Paul is a professional athlete, and I'm sure the schedule must be very tight, so the possibility that we'll meet again after tonight seems a bit impossible. In addition, I loved the moment when we chatted, perhaps more than I deserved.

I watched him for a while weighing his request. "Okay." I muttered in the end, while my head began to churn with strange thoughts.

"So, why did you say Carl had you interested in football yesterday?" I asked as soon as Paul closed the car door behind him, then linked his fingers to me.

Well, the sudden change in attitude made me less comfortable even though my whole body was warm by the touch, and I cursed at my obvious reaction.

"We were friends since childhood. Carl and I know football together" replied Paul, without taking my eyes off me. "He got me excited, and now, you know. I think we chose the right profession." he murmured, bragging.

Yes, I have to admit he did succeed as an athlete. Thanks to his brilliant career, he lives in all the luxuries he gets just by kicking a ball.

"That's cute." I replied, releasing his hand to grab the key from my clutch bag and opening the door.

As soon as we entered, I was grateful in my heart for my house being livable. Clean and tidy. I didn't want to bother guessing what was on Paul's mind when he entered my house. I'm the host, and he's just a guest. It's up to him to think what it's like.

"I like your house. Looks comfortable." Wow, is he a mind reader?

I smiled, watching as Paul walked in. I looked at his heavy back. Oh my God, he's absolutely perfect.

When I turned on the light and closed the door, I almost laughed to see Frosty looking at Paul with a threatening look while Paul stared back at Frosty with a frown.

"That's my cat, Frosty. She's kinda... hmm, protective, I guess?" I muttered and laughed softly.

Paul grinned at me. "Dam. Do I have to anticipate a scratch on my assets?" Paul pointed at his face, making me laugh again. I shook my head while patting his arm slowly. "You're so pretty, Bianka." Suddenly he changed the subject.

I blinked slowly, my breath choking as he turned his body towards me and inched closer, his eyes fixed on me. It seemed like he was going to kiss me and my mind was going crazy imagining that.

I stared at his lips while Paul realized what I was doing and he grinned flirtatiously while pulling my waist. Paul closed his eyes, moved his face, almost kissed me until Frosty hissed and meowed, obviously not happy to see what would happen next.

I cursed inwardly as Paul took a step back and bowed his head. "He's very protective, huh?" he said while giggling amusedly.

I cleared my throat, retracting my mind. Why did Paul have to stop because of Frosty? There's no way she's afraid of a cat that can't even talk, right? So, what's the reason for stopping?

"Yes, that's it," I replied weakly, still disappointed at failing to kiss her. "I'll make tea."

"Okay." Paul followed me into the kitchen. "What are your activities next week?" he asked while sticking his butt in one of the chairs and watching my movements as I made tea for us.

"Next week?" I glanced at him at a glance, almost blushing at how handsome he was as he leaned his hand against the edge of the table, his white shirt revealing his arm, which strangely caught my attention. Some buttons on the top open, making me want to immediately remove the shirt from his body.

"Yes. You work at the hospital, right?"

"Oh, yeah, I work there as an intern," I fumbled over a tea bag. "When looking for work experience or something..."

"When are you on vacation?" paul asked, looking very relaxed as I struggled not to spill the boiling water with my trembling hands.

I'm not very good at kitchen affairs, and my friends often tease me with it. But I think today I'm pretty proud to have made tea without scorching water, especially in front of Paul Klug. It's an incredible achievement. Good job, Bianka...

I looked at Paul again. "Hmm, during my time in the hospital I always got a night watch schedule, and this is the first time I've had time off in the last few months." I thrust a glass of tea in front of him, then sat opposite him. "Please..."

"Thank's, love..."